The Apple that Fell from the Tree

Everyday, we see trees.  They are a part of our yards, they define the landscape of our neighborhoods, parks and our surrounding greenland.  We know that there are a billion of them out there, filtering our air, providing oxygen and stabilizing our environment.  We often take their magnificence for granted, knowing that they are a stable force that will always be there to do their job.  Then every once in awhile, a particular tree strikes us.  We observe it in awe for its grandeur, its perfect shape, color and presence.  And just like we meet and come across several moms a day who do their job well, for me, my mom is the tree that I am completely in awe of.

I am aware of her presence, her strength, tenacity and resilience.  And I’m grateful for the qualities that she committed to developing in herself.  Had she not committed to a high level of personal development and life pursuits in general, the apple that fell from her tree would not have been as strong.  The seed, nutrients, flavor and qualities of that apple are dependent upon that tree.  Bad apples can happen no matter what, but the probability of a really good one is all about that tree.  And as the apple that had a chance to flourish, I’m so thankful for her.

As a grown woman myself, I can now appreciate more about mom.  We have been blessed to experience an adult to adult relationship (most times) where there is a mutual respect and sharing of perspectives.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m still scared as heck to get on her bad side and can shrink into a 10year old child if she gets mad.  But as two adults, I can understand her perspective so much more.  And more importantly, I respect it.  Mainly because I did not have to endure the same hardships that she did.  Some challenges are exactly the same, yet others are different simply because society has changed so much over time.  I didn’t live through the civil rights movement or witness riots to fight for my freedom and equality.  I wasn’t the first in my family to attend college in order to find a different way of life.  The path was already paved for me.  Not necessarily a completely smooth path, but a path nonetheless that secured my survival.  As a black female in America, this is huge!  There are still families that are first generation college attendees and some that still do not have access.  Not to say that college is the only way, but at some point, someone has to pave the way in order for the next generation to rise above historic and systemic constraints, whether real or perceived.

I’m not quite sure where she got her fight from, but she’s a fighter for sure.  She knows her worth and is determined to accomplish her goals.  Although she spoke with wisdom and tried to raise me with a conscious mind, it was her actions that made all the difference.  I got it honest.  All of it.  And I’m proud of that.  I continue to admire her determination and I often pray that I get the opportunity to be what she was to me, to my future daughter or son.  She was so good that I even fear my ability to meet the standard that she set.  I often hear complaints about the demands of motherhood.  Yet, I watched my mom do it all.  She didn’t complain, still doesn’t and takes pride in her role.  She cooked, cleaned, had a career and managed to keep my crazy behind in line.  You are hard pressed to find that type of woman.  It’s the old school superwoman that I was blessed to have as my mother.  She’s the grandiose tree that stands alone as I observe in awe.  

Thank you for letting this apple fall and for the future tree that will be planted with the same soil. Love you Mom! 

Rashanna Moss
CEO & Executive Visionary
Moderna Muse